Marissa's Facesitting Humiliation Prep for the Party
Madame Marissa was getting ready for a big party, and she knew just how to prepare for such an event. She needed her slave to be reminded of his place in the world, to serve her and to make sure he knew he wasn't invited. So, she came up with a devious plan to humiliate him before she left. "You're not invited to my party, loser," she said with a smirk, "but that doesn't mean you won't have a part to play."
Marissa stood over her slave, feeling the coolness of her leather outfit against his skin. She held a pair of stiletto heels in one hand and a tube of red lipstick in the other. "You'll stay here and wait for me," she commanded. "And while you're waiting, your face will be put to good use. Your pathetic mug will become my makeup chair." She chuckled as she sat down on her heels, her voluptuous ass pressing against his face. "You're going to feel every inch of this tonight," she said, grabbing his chin and forcing his head into her ass crack.
Marissa started grinding her hips, smothering him as she let out a moan of satisfaction. "This will be your life until I come back," she said, her breath hot and heavy in his ear. "Your only purpose will be to serve as human furniture for Madame Marissa." She laughed cruelly before pulling her ass away and standing up. She left the room, leaving him gasping for air and covered in the scent of her perfume and sweat.
Alone again, he tried to catch his breath but was interrupted by the sound of her returning. She walked in with a mirror in one hand and lipstick in the other. "Now then," she said, "it's time to make sure everyone knows what you are." She kneeled down next to him, her lips curling into a smile. "You're going to be LOSER written on your forehead in big, bold letters." She reached out with the lipstick and began writing on his forehead, her hand shaking with excitement.
"This way," she laughed, "everyone will know not to get too close to you. You're just a worthless piece of dirt." She grabbed his chin again and forced him to look at himself in the mirror. His eyes widened as he saw the word staring back at him. "Looks good," she said, "now let's see if we can find something else for you to do before I go."
She walked over to a pile of clothes and began sorting through them. "Hmm, maybe I can use you as a coathook or a footrest," she muttered to herself. Eventually, she found what she was looking for: a jumpsuit she planned on wearing to the party. "Perfect," she said, tossing it his way. "Put this on."
He struggled to his feet, still reeling from the humiliation, and began dressing himself in the garment. It was skin-tight, showing off every curve and bulge of his body. "There you go," Marissa said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Now you're ready to be my personal human coathanger!"
As the party grew closer, Marissa grew more excited. She knew that having her slave there, all dressed up and ready for her, would make for an even more thrilling night. She spun him around, inspecting him from head to toe. "You're going to be the envy of everyone at the party," she said with a laugh. "Everyone will want a piece of this pathetic loser."
Finally, it was time to leave. Marissa grabbed his leash and led him outside, where they walked to her car. She opened the trunk and showed him a spot where he would be waiting while she attended the party. "Don't move," she warned him, "or I'll punish you later." She slammed the trunk shut and walked away, leaving him alone once again.
Alone with his thoughts, the slave couldn't help but feel a strange mix of humiliation and anticipation. He knew what was coming next, and he couldn't wait to see how Madame Marissa would use him at the party. As he waited, he tried to remember who he was: just a lowly loser, there for Marissa's amusement.
The night was long and filled with surprises, but in the end, Marissa returned satisfied. She had used him in every way she could think of, and he had served her well. As she drove home, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. She had truly shown him his place in the world - under her foot and beneath her ass. And next time, she knew she'd find even more ways to humiliate him for her entertainment.
